Fet is a municipality in Akershus county, Norway. It is part of the Romerike traditional region. The administrative centre of the municipality is the village of Fetsund.
Fet was established as a municipality on 1 January 1838 (see formannskapsdistrikt). The new municipality of Rælingen was separated from Fet on 1 July 1929.
The name (Old Norse: Fit) is first recorded in 1321 ("a Fit"). It is the word fit which means "vigorous meadow".
The coat-of-arms is from modern times. They were granted on 19 December 1986. The arms show a logging hook, which in the area was used to haul the logs, cut in the surrounding forests. The logs were transported over the streams and lakes to the sawmills. The people use long poles with hooks to haul the logs. The colours of the arms are green and silver, because the name is derived from an old word describing a field (green) near a lake (silver).
Fet is located on the eastern side of Lake Øyeren and includes the point at which the River Glomma enters the lake. The inland river delta that has formed is the largest in Europe and reaches the opposite shore of the lake, across its short axis. Until 1985, logs floated down the river were brought onshore here before the river entered its delta, and were then transported onwards by rail. Today, many of Fet's floating buildings have been preserved and converted into a museum and cultural centre.
Fet is a crater on Mercury that is named for the Russian poet Afanasy Fet, who lived from 1820 to 1892. Its name was adopted by the International Astronomical Union in 1985. The diameter of the crater is 24 kilometers.
Fet can refer to:
FET can mean:
R. Crowell - Jolly Cheeks Music - BMI
I looked for trouble and I found it son,
Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun.
I'd try to run but I don't think I can,
You make one move and you're a dead man, friend.
Ain't livin' long like this,
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back,
Then left me freezin' on a steel rail rack.
Can't sleep at all in the jailhouse baby,
Ain't livin' long like this.
Grew up in Houston on the wayside drive,
Son of a car hop in some all nite dive.
Dad drove a stock car to an early death,
All I remember was a drunk man's breathe.
Ain't livin' long like this,
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
We know the story how the wheel goes 'round,
Don't let 'em take you to the man downtown,
They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
Ain't livin' long like this,
Can't live at all like this, can I baby? Ah take it!
{Erik - Solo}
I live for Angel, she's a road house queen,
Makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee.
I want to love her but I don't know how,
I'm at the bottom of a jailhouse now.
Ain't livin' long like this,
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
You know the story 'bout the jailhouse rock,
Go on and do it, but just don't get caught.
They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
Oh, ain't livin' long like this.
Oh no!